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Broken Bottles

It shattered across the floor

I knew this was coming, it was no surprise

I couldn’t take it anymore

Oh, the fire in his eyes

 

His hand against my neck

His breath against my cheek

I pulled away hoping not to wreck

Yet his presence felt so meek

 

The way he talked to me

The way he spat on the ground

The way he grabbed my knee;

It had me all turned around

 

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